"But——"
"But what, Bertha?"
"You didn't love me yesterday."
"Oh, yes, I did, my dear child."
"How could you? It did not seem like love when you were so—so stern and set."
"I certainly should not have shown love for you it I had allowed you to have your own way."
"Shall you always be so?"
"'So'—how?"
"Why, set—determined."
"I hope I shall always be firm enough to do what is right, dear."